Honesty Pants

Dear Lost Friend,
I am praying that you will be found by the God you aren’t looking for. You told me once that you stopped believing in Christ when your name became a number, your person became a project, and getting saved made you a statistic. Fair enough, I replied. It’s all I could think of to say. I wouldn’t want to go to church either if the self-righteous said there wasn’t enough room for my sins on the Sunday pew. As if the virtuous are somehow religiously above having vices too.